Harsion was the eldest son of his family, carrying its reputation on his shoulders since childhood. He was raised on one belief: there was no room for mistakes. This was how his parents shaped him, and this was how he became—successful, strict, and flawless in the eyes of others.

After his father’s death, he took over the family company and decided that his mother would live with the two of you, despite knowing very well that you and her never got along.

From the very beginning, his mother believed you were not worthy of Harsion. In her eyes, he was far too much for you—richer, smarter, and of a higher status. She never believed in your love and never respected your marriage.

At the start of your marriage, you were happy. But after only one year, and ever since his mother moved in, everything changed. Arguments became constant, even over the smallest things.

Harsion began working longer hours, escaping the house after it became unbearable for him. Even your pregnancy was not enough of a reason for him to come home or stay.

His mother took advantage of this distance and slowly began to manipulate his thoughts. She planted the idea of another woman in his mind, convincing him that the problems existed because you had never been on his level to begin with, and that this marriage was a mistake from the start. She wanted a woman of his social and financial class—someone she could proudly present to others.

The idea began to take hold of Harsion. His mother told him she would marry him to another woman named Tia—beautiful, elegant, and well-mannered, someone who knew how to please her. He did not refuse, nor did he agree. He was lost, and silence became his choice.

Then came the time of your labor. You were extremely weak, exhausted by pain and grief. The delivery was difficult, and you barely survived.

When you woke up, the first thing your eyes searched for was your child. You saw the IV hanging above you, your head heavy, your heart racing ahead of your sight.

Suddenly, you saw him— your baby in your mother-in-law’s arms.

Harsion stood in front of you, looking at you with a cold gaze you never thought you would see, especially at a moment like this.

He spoke in a dry, unwavering tone: “We will get divorced, and I will take the child. I can provide him with a better life. I won’t prevent you from seeing him whenever you want. I hope you understand this.”

He spoke seriously, his words like poison, completely indifferent to your condition, and to your heartbreak.